Crop Dusters and Bird Poop

Slow day in this blogger's world. Eventful but slow. It is hot today. As a woman approaching being old, I get hot just thinking about going outside. So as I was putzing around the house doing a load of laundry I hear this small plane buzzing the house. When I lived closer to the urban world this would have bothered me, especially after 9/11. However, now that I live in the "country" I know what is going on. I am surrounded by fields. Front yard is in beans this year but behind and next to us is all corn. Because of the rain we had this spring the crops got a burst of energy and grew like heck. Now I don't know if that is the reason but you can only get a tractor in a field to spray for so long then its no go. The sound that I heard was a crop duster. It is so cool to watch those flyer's zoom down, spray and swoop right back up again.

Many years ago I read the book Wings by Daniel Steel. It was about a young girl before WWII who lived on a small air field. She wanted to learn to fly in the worst way but parents said no. One of her fathers friends decided to take her out and teach her to fly on the sly. He was a barn stormer as well as crop duster, and anything else he could do in an airplane. So I guess most people who would know what a crop duster is would be older. Either way, it is a good book, and I thought of it when I heard the plane. Again I digress.

Back to my day. My laundry was ready to hang out so heat or no heat I ventured out to the clothesline to hang up my sheets. I heard the plan again and he was close by. I went inside to get my camera to take a photo for you to see a crop duster in action. I get the camera go out back walk across the yard to the ditch. Cross the ditch to the tracks and here he comes. I turn on the camera and what do I get? Batteries depleted. Crap! By now I am sweating like a horse after the Derby. I trek back to the house find some new batteries and put them in the camera. Head back out to the tracks again, now dripping wet with sweat. I see the plane come up over the trees but instead of turning my way to circle back for another spray, he heads back to the air strip from whence he came. Crap! No picture. So I head back to the house to cool off. I get to the clothesline and what do I see? A bird had left a deposit for me on my nice clean pillow case. Just goes to show you, some days your the bird and some days the laundry.

The picture of the tracks is just for the fun of it. I figured since I missed one form of transportation I would take a picture of another.

Have a good day and stay cool.